Chapter 5

The Night With Dante

Point of View: Sienna

"And we have a lot to discuss before the night is over."

He said it as a promise, not a threat. Whatever was coming next was something I should want.

I stood in the middle of his suite, my heart still racing from the revelation that he'd been watching me. That he'd orchestrated meeting me at the club. That none of it was a coincidence.

"What do you want to discuss?" I asked carefully.

He walked toward me slowly, and instead of looking predatory, he just looked tired. He was carrying something heavy, and I could see it weighing on him.

"First, I want to know why you really agreed to this auction," he said, gesturing around the suite. "And don't tell me it's just about money. Everyone who comes here says it's about money, but there's always something else. Something deeper."

I thought about lying. I thought about giving him the surface answer and nothing more, but something about the way he was looking at me made lying feel pointless.

"My mother is in the hospital," I said. "She needs surgery. I have no way to pay for it."

He nodded. That was exactly what he'd expected.

"And boyfriend? Does he know you're here?"

"He broke up with me without explanation. I haven't seen him since."

"And that didn't bother you? That he just left without a reason?"

"Of course it bothered me," I said. "It destroyed me, but I got over it."

"Did you?" he asked. "Because from where I'm standing, you're still carrying that wound."

I didn't answer because he was right, and I didn't want to admit it.

He reached out and took my hand, leading me to the couch. We sat down, and he didn't let go of my hand. He held it.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

The question caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting him to ask something so personal.

"With my ex?" I said. "The night before he broke up with me."

"Tell me about it," Dante said. He wasn't asking out of jealousy. His voice was curious, genuine.

I hesitated. No one had ever asked me that before.

"It was..." I paused, trying to find the right words. "It was quick. We were in my apartment. He came over after work, and we barely made it to the bedroom. He kissed me, touched me for maybe a minute, and then it was over. He didn't even stay after. He just got dressed and left."

"That's it?" Dante asked.

"That's it," I said. "Why? Does it matter?"

He shifted, moving closer to me. His hand moved from my shoulder to my waist.

"It matters because you deserve better than that," he said. "You deserve someone who takes their time with you. Someone who actually cares about how you feel."

"Is that what you're doing?" I asked, turning to face him. "Caring about how I feel?"

"Yes," he said simply. "I want to know what makes you feel good. I want to know what you like. I want to make sure that when you're with me, you're not just being used. You're being cherished."

The way he said it made my chest tighten.

"Most people don't care about that," I said.

"Most people are selfish," he replied. His hand moved slowly across my stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. "I'm not most people."

I could feel my body responding to his touch. Heat spreads through me. My breathing is getting heavier.

"Say my name," I said quietly, "it sounds different than when he said it."

"How?" Dante asked, his mouth close to my ear.

"It sounds like it means something. When he said it, it was just a word. When you say it, it sounds intentional."

He kissed my neck, and I felt my entire body tense.

"Sienna," he whispered against my skin. "Tell me what you want right now."

I turned to face him fully, our bodies close in the darkness.

"I want you to touch me," I said. "I want you to show me what it feels like when someone actually cares."

He smiled against my skin and moved his hand lower, stripping away my silk slip until I stood naked before him. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, voice rough with desire. He cupped my breasts, lowering his head. 

His tongue circled one nipple slowly, teasing the peak until it hardened. Then he sucked it deep into his warm mouth, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned, arching into him. "Dante... that feels so good."

He switched to the other, licking and sucking harder, grazing with his teeth. "Tell me how much you want this," he growled against my skin.

"I want you," I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. "Please, don't stop."

He led me to the bed, spreading my thighs wide. Grabbing the sleek vibrating dildo from the nightstand, he switched it on. The low buzz filled the air as he pressed the tip to my swollen clit, circling expertly. "Look at you, already so wet for me," he said, eyes dark with hunger. 

He varied the pressure, slow then fast, building that aching need until my hips bucked. "Dante—fuck, I need you inside me," I whimpered, trembling on the edge.

He set it aside and buried his tongue in my folds, lapping and sucking my clit relentlessly. "Come for me, Sienna," he commanded. I shattered, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

I watched him shed his clothes, his thick cock hard and ready. "I need to feel you," I begged. He gripped my hips and thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. "Yes!" I moaned. 

He fucked me hard, deep, rhythmic strokes hitting every sensitive spot. Skin slapped against skin. "You're so tight," he groaned, kissing me fiercely. "Take all of me."

"Harder, Dante," I urged, nails digging into his back. Another orgasm built fast.

"Not yet." He pulled out, lifting me effortlessly. Carrying me to the open balcony, the cool night air kissed my flushed skin. He bent me over the stone railing. "Hold on," he said, slamming back into me from behind. 

The angle was devastating, each thrust driving deeper, lifting me onto my toes. His hand fisted my hair. "Let them hear how I fuck you."

"Oh god, Dante—I'm coming!" I cried, walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me.

With a groan, he pulled out, stroking himself. Hot ropes of cum painted my ass and lower back in thick pulses. "Mine," he rasped, marking me.

We panted in each other's arms when a sudden knock sounded. The door clicked open. "Room service for Mr. Thompson? Complimentary champagne—"

I yelped, scrambling to hide my naked, cum-streaked body behind Dante's broad frame, grabbing the discarded slip to cover myself.

My face burned as the attendant froze in the doorway, realizing what she just saw.